I had fun today, not only because I completely pronounced Raleigh, Ri-lee... but also because I thought it was the capital of Virginia. Yes, today was full of those random blonde moments that causes people to look at me and say, "STFU."
Anyway, this is not why I'm writing this blog two seconds before I do my crunches and go to bed. I'm writing this because I finally think I know the solution to my boy problems. You see, I recently found it in me to look at myself and finally see a fault, which this is like the only one, so don't expect me to find any more. But my fault is, I'm sort of immature when it comes to romance, example: every try at a decent date ends in never speaking to said date ever again. I'd cry, but I don't care. So, I've learned I'm a bit naive, but that doesn't help me too much because I'm still physically frustrated. I want a cuddle buddy, god-damn-it. How do I fix this?! I think I may have found the solution... I'm going to date. That's it. I'm not going to expect anything other than a free meal and maybe some make-outing back at his pad. THAT'S IT. I can't handle any sort of relationship, so this seems like the best solution to both my issues.
But who knows... I could be stupid for thinking this. Which is why I want to know your opinion, readers. Lay it on me good.
Current Music: The sound of the damned vent thing across from my desk.
1 comment:
I think I am a fucking nun compared to all of you. I may not have any sex, but I have God, goddamnit!! Yeah but I think your plan is good. I mean, who doesn't need a good free meal and make-out session to validate themselves? jk. you don't need validation. but some people do. it's a sad, sad world out there.
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